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When desperados are in desperation

Home Columns When desperados are in desperation

By Tunomukwathi Asino

When I was in high school, my friends, Mashatu, Shiimi Shamahete, Mategewu, Chinadowa and I we used to do funny things. If we needed to go somewhere, we would approach the nearest police station, make a case against someone so that we could get a free hike.

Once we reached the destination we would say we forgave each other, the police would then go back and we were happy having dubiously gotten a free hike.

 Don’t judge me, again it was high school, and the Anti-Corruption Commission (ACC) did not exist then.

We are now grown and no longer that desperate. But eish, when desperation struck, it hits some people hard!

I mean if you were living in a cave or are like my sister who does not read newspapers, how could you have possibly known that a 32-year-old man was arrested last Friday and appeared in court on Monday for allegedly trying to sell his 11-year-old son for N$75 000?

The man allegedly wanted to sell his San-speaking son alive for N$75 000 and N$90 000 if the buyer wanted his son dead for human body parts in that macabre trade of ritual killings.

He wanted to “get rid” of his biological son because the boy is a school dropout, was hopeless at home, did not support him and was a financial burden.

Eish, many are wondering if it’s a late April fools’ joke, I am also wondering. We are still shocked by daily baby dumpings, and babies being carried off by dogs.

They say don’t judge others maybe the man wanted money and did not hear that there are cash loans.

Otherwise how do you explain selling your own flesh and blood, realising that he is useless after 10 years.

People are not sold like kapana. Uunona nge itamu wuvulu weeteni kungaye! (Bring your kids to me if they are a burden).